"There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them."

― Holy Bible: King James Version

The rain poured down in buckets over the Midwest. The summer showers were a welcomed relief from the overbearing heat and humidity that had been plaguing the area for weeks. It was late and the downtown streets of Springfield, Missouri were just about empty. The bars and clubs were closed, and few passing cars drove through. Three people stood out under an awning to take shelter from the rain; two women and one man. All three of the people were young. One of the women was a pale and blonde with a strong nose; her very presence screamed danger. The other was darker with her hair cut close to her skull.

The police officer nearby had stopped to observe them; just to make sure they weren't up to any trouble. They didn't seem like the regular hoodlums that ran around the streets, but they did set him on edge. He had parked close enough to be able to listen to them.

"There are two of them. One had a male vessel, the other a female."

The man asked, "Are they strong?"

The blonde said, "What does it matter? Even two is astounding."

The other woman replied, "Of what I have gathered the male is especially strong. He has already begun his training with the host, and is obtaining the knowledge. The girl is not as strong; more human. Her grace did not resonate as far as her brother's."

The man sounded outraged, "You got as close where you could have been detected! That was beyond foolish!"

The blonde held up her hand to hush the man, "Wait, you mean they were bore from the same watcher?"

"Yes."

The man scoffed, "Impossible."

The short haired woman argued, "It is true! There is something about them that is odd; even for their origins. There was another male with them, but he seems to be human."

The man chuckled, "Really, a human for a protector?"

The short haired woman smacked the man upside the head, "They are protected by The Commander, The Healer, The Messenger, and The Morningstar; along with three others of the host here on Earth!"

The man laughed dryly, "Healer? More like destroyer.

The blonde sounded awed, "That is…why would they protect them? For what purpose would it serve them? The archangels four… are lowering themselves like that, but for what?"

The man snapped, "It's not lowering!"

The blonde woman hushed him, "Don't get so worked up. The real question is what we will do now. The archangels are heavens most deadly weapons."

The police officer wasn't sure if the people were crazy or drunk. Archangels? Maybe that was code word for something. The way they were talking it seemed they were some type of militaristic group; they had mentioned weapons. It was so weird; host, vessels, protectors. They could be drunks, but they weren't like any drunks the officer had ever seen.

The short haired woman said, "The archangels are not always around to watch over them. The ones that are most present are two other humans that watch over them. They're hunters, but they are human."

The blonde asked, "Why don't we try to find others to help us. We won't be able to contact the two on these grounds. If we had others…"

The man growled, "Can you get it through your thick fucking skull? We don't know what the others are like. We don't even know if there are others! Their motives might not be the same as ours, and what good are damaged goods."

The blonde slammed her hand against the street light. The police officer could have sworn it shook from her hitting it, but the pole could handle a truck hitting it. The girl didn't look that muscular. How the hell could that happen?

"They are not goods! They are people! Are we going to destroy them, or are we going to use them, or what are we going to do?"

The short haired one put her hands on both their shoulders, "Don't fight. We need them, but they are people too. It will be much more difficult going about this while believing so, but we have no other choice. We know what we need to do."

"Find the Winchesters."

The man tilted his head; almost as if he was listening to something. He told the women, "I think someone had been listening to our conversation this entire time. What should we do about him? I say we kill him."

The police officer gulped. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Surely they couldn't be talking about him. The man had no way of knowing he was here. Maybe they were talking about someone else. He didn't have his gun on him; just his Taser. It couldn't be him. It just couldn't be. He was going to wait till they left to find whatever guy they thought was listening, and he was going to go back home to crawl into bed with his wife. Damned night patrol was the worst.

The police officer felt his heart go into his throat when he heard something kick the side of his cruiser. His Taser felt slippery in his sweaty fingers. When the passenger seat door was opened by the blonde girl, he forgot to lock it, and took a seat next to him. The police officer was so afraid he couldn't even move. Up close the blonde woman had blue eyes; almost a clear color. Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders and covered her back. She smiled at him with her thin pale lips.

The policeman hadn't noticed the woman's accent before, "Don't be afraid. I just want to let you know you're going to be perfectly fine. We're not going to hurt you."

The man yelled, "Get a move on or else I will hurt him!"

The policeman was shaking. He was terrified. The blonde woman sighed, "He is so impatient."

The other woman told the man, "If you're so bored you can go see if there's anything in the city to hunt."

The man said, "I want to get this show on the road that's what I want to do. I already know there's a poltergeist near Brighton, but you know what…I don't want go on a hunt I want to get the hell out of here, so deal with the cop already!"

The blonde woman rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about him. What's your name?"

The police man stuttered, "Le…Le…Levi."

"Well Levi, it isn't too polite to eavesdrop, but we're going to take you home. I'm very sorry about this."

Officer Levi didn't even see the other woman come around the other side of the cruiser before he was already knocked unconscious. The short haired woman dragged Levi's dead weight out of the police car. She asked the blonde woman, "Why can't we just leave him here?"

"Because something could happen," she said, "He could get robbed, or mugged, or worse!"

The man laughed, "Well we just sort of mugged him, I planned to rob him, and I wanted to do worse."

The blonde woman stomped her foot, "You will do no such thing. We are taking this poor man home!"

The man walked off to get the car, "Whatever you say, Sweetheart, but next time I'm not going to play nice."

The short haired woman said, "He's just anxious to start the job. We have to go to Nebraska, and from there it'll get even more difficult. Perhaps we don't even know to the extent of what we are truly getting into. Worst case scenario we all die; best everything works out fine."

The blonde woman bit her lip, "I really don't want to die, but either way it looks like that could come to pass either way."

The man drove up in the Prius, much to his distaste, they were driving. The man demanded, "You wanna play Savior you sit in the back with him. I'm driving this piece of plastic."

The blonde woman argued, "It's better for the environment than the gas guzzling car you wanted."

"A Hummer is fucking badass."

The short haired woman ignored her companions as she put the unconscious policeman in their car.

"We drop the man off," she ordered, "Then we go to Nebraska."

The man took a quick sip from his flask, "To the Winchesters?"

"To the Winchesters."